The blonde man continued to chuckle periodically at the scene unfolding before him. Both Theo and Ahote could be quite cruel, specifically the latter. The Dreamweaver was coming to enjoy the guild master much more. He wanted to see him hurt, or follow him and enjoy the wake of his chaos. He only needed a little boost, from what the nightmare could tell. Could Theo perhaps be a catalyst for that? The crafty being of surreality mused to themselves as they considered all the possibilities, that was, until their symphony of thoughts was brought to a halt by the young girl.
The little bundle of potential was asking the right questions. Smiling down at her, the blonde nodded. “It’s hilarious, my dear~” Varian replied, before gazing back up at them once again. “The real question is why do you think he hates himself, though? I wonder…”
The hypothesis was not necessarily true, but it was a striking observation by the young Akeldama. Hinted that Ahote’s childhood was certainly rough, it would not surprise the Dreamweaver too much if he did have a few ounces of self loathing. To really know, however, the nightmare would need to invade his mindspace some more and spend extra time with him.